Hey— [ he exclaims (meekly) as she steals his shirt away from him. what she says gets a confused-puppy stare and he fjords: ] Then why'd we stop?
[ she probably can't like, throw him around, but he's obviously pretty damn sturdy. his condition is testament to little else. frank takes a step towards her this time, one bruised hand closing over her wrist with enough of a grip this time that she'll know he won't fall to pieces if she presses. his head dips to brush lips against hers, gently at first but then firm and questing though he's never been rough in bed and if she wants that she'll likely have to wait. he can still keep up, he's not a total lost cause. ...is he? ]
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[ she probably can't like, throw him around, but he's obviously pretty damn sturdy. his condition is testament to little else. frank takes a step towards her this time, one bruised hand closing over her wrist with enough of a grip this time that she'll know he won't fall to pieces if she presses. his head dips to brush lips against hers, gently at first but then firm and questing though he's never been rough in bed and if she wants that she'll likely have to wait. he can still keep up, he's not a total lost cause. ...is he? ]